Chapter 100

• Dasan groused over the increase of vehicles on the autopista from Cancún to Merida, adding at least sixty minutes to the normal three-hour drive. He was accustomed to driving alone and in silence, but the quiet that roared between him and Hanola clawed gouges in his patience.
• She had been brooding about something since they left. She’d picked at her fingers so intently it was a wonder she hadn’t drawn blood.
• He’d nearly asked her what the hell was bothering her when they passed through the tollbooth at Caseta X-Can, but he suspected he knew. She was getting cold feet about returning to their home as his wife.